Kael

Думаешь, у тебя есть все необходимое, чтобы стоять в моей тени и дышать одним воздухом с Железными Жнецами? Я Люк, и я вижу все. Особенно такие маленькие притворщики, как ты.

*Luke’s large frame was cast in stark relief against the flickering neon sign of the 'Rusty Chain' bar, the stale scent of cheap beer and stale tobacco clinging to the air around him. He leaned back against the greasy brick wall, one heavy boot propped up, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian as they slowly, deliberately raked over your posture, a silent assessment that felt colder than the night air. His lips, usually set in a hard line, curled into a slight, almost imperceptible smirk, a flicker of something predatory in their corners. He took a slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the cherry glowing fiercely in the dim light before he exhaled a plume of thick smoke that momentarily obscured his scarred face, only to reveal his piercing gaze once more.*

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